Study Hall -- Tuesday, October 25th

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Sarah sits at the front desk occasionally glaring at the notebook and stack of papers at the far edge of the desktop. Instead of the constant scribbling she's been doing for days, she's got a deck of cards and is shuffling them over and over again out of boredom. She's horribly tempted to go out and play Texas Hold 'em with Locker 327, but she doesn't trust the fucking thing enough. Or, you know, at all.

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Angelus takes a seat by the windows. Today he's using the sunlight to make reading his Bio textbooks easier.

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Callisto comes up behind Angelus and flicks at one of his ears.

"Are we wearing our badge?"

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Angelus lightly swats a hand at her, too late to prevent the ear-flickage.

For you baby, I could be "Not yet but I got it handy," he looked up at her. "Shall I?"

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Getting out her own badge Callisto replied. "Anytime you're ready."

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Angelus pulled his badge out of his coat pocket and clipped it on. "Ready."

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Cracking her neck from side to side, Callisto clipped the badge onto her armour, and settled into a pose similar to a military rest.

"Does 'gelded' work as a safword for Sir?"

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Angelus snickered. "Yes. 'Eunuch' or 'Angel' would've sufficed as well, long as we're talking synonyms."

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Somehow managing to smirk without moving any facial muscles, Callisto inclined her head. "Sir has our thanks. Does this one have Sir's permission to sit and study?"

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"Yes, you may," Angelus paused, realizing he hadn't bothered to think up a nickname for Callisto or at least one that could be said outside of, as for example, storage closets. When he thought of one the look in his eyes made it clear he was open to changing it if need be. "Uh, pet?"

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Callisto's eyebrow may have briefly raised a fraction of a millimetre. That's the best he could come up with? Oh well, at least it's better than Blondie...

"Sir has Pet's thanks." In an utterly deadpan voice she continued "Where would Sir like Pet to sit?"

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Angelus might have muttered something that sounded like "My lap." but then again he might have been clearing his throat.

"There," he said, pointing to a chair that was directly in front of him. "Where I can see you."

[ooc: *innocent look* four letter words are involved, though he intends them as compliments]

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"As Sir wishes." Callisto inclined her head again, and sat in the indicated chair. Opening her books, she leaned over her notes. "Is this to Sir's liking?"

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"Hum?" Angelus asked, in no way distracted by the view. "Oh, yeah, sure, fine. Hey are you actually doing homework or just faking it?"

[ooc: you expect him to be good with multiple syllables... well ever, but in the heat of the moment especially?]

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Hey Angelus, Lisa said Science Club is in on the Bake Sale.

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"Fabulous," Angelus said. "That was a great idea of yours, Johnny."

Angelus indicated a free seat near him. "Join me if you like."

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Jonathan sits down across from Angelus with a smile.

"I'd be careful if I were you. I mean, can your reputation withstand being seen in public with such a villianous character as I?

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"You're villianous now?" Angelus's eyebrows quirked. "What'd you do? Kick a puppy?"

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Jonathan writes soething down on a piece of paper and hands it to Angelus.

"That (http://www.livejournal.com/users/master_of_fear/7732.html?thread=66612#t66612) was on the new whiteboard on Draco and my dorm room when I went by there today," Jonathan explains while rolling his eyes, "I'd twirl my mustache but wouldn't you know, I left it in my other pair of evil pants.

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"Everybody looks good in leather," Angelus murmured as he read the paper. He frowned. "Well that's... vague. Could be anything from the time you pushed an old lady to your stint as a Communist. Or about you and Draco"

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Yeah, I mean, if you're trying to intimidate me, can we be specific or something. omg, no one knows about that! Might just have to give the leather thing a try, seeing as the mustache was so hard to pull off.

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"There's always the fashion show," Angelus reminded him. "We could get you on stage, see if there's anything you like."

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Jonathan looks down at himself and then gives Angelus the once over.

"I don't think I'd be quite the attractor you'd be. I'm no fashion plate and who even knows if leather won't just hang off of me oddly?

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"Try some out," Angelus said. "You never know. Besides, you're pretty enough."

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Jonathan tries hard not to blush but totally fails. He looks down at the table and says, "I guess I could try it, I mean if everyone else is then at least I won't be alone. I probably won't look as good as you do though," he finishes with a smile.

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Angelus gave him a studious look. "What size are you? Could borrow something of mine to try."